Blue Sky

every parent has those moments when they think, "right now, I am more proud of my child than I have ever been of anyone at anytime in my life..." There are those moments, when, in your eyes, your child has just shown a glimpse of brilliance, they have just made the perfect choice...

gresham is quickly becoming a huge music fan...david crowder band, matt kearney, veggie tales, jack johnson, sesame street...his taste of music is becoming quite broad! each time we get in the car gresham seems to already have his musical selection picked out and is quick to make his request...this morning, from the backseat, i hear, "daddy-i want to hear 'blue sky.'"

i need a moment here

little does my 4 year old know what he has tapped into. for it is, perhaps, a little known and unspoken fact that on those days following winter; those days when the weather is first starting to break; and signs of spring's eminence are evident; those days when the sun is shining in a deep blue north carolina sky...little does he know that the Allman Brothers Band is the only clear choice for music, and little does he know that 'Blue Sky' is at the top of the list of song choices...so, of course i tell him that is an excellent choice and gresham, brayden, and i listen to that wonderful song. twice.

so, now the boys are downstairs in preschool, i am upstairs sitting at my desk (they attend the preschool here at the church), trying to get these thoughts down before i get in to today's work...and here's the problem:

today is one of those days (a 'Blue Sky' day), that remind me of a time in my life when i would do one of two things: either be thankful that i had scheduled classes so that i was finished at noon and could go play all afternoon, or if my schedule didn't work out that way i would simply have to take a "vern collins" day, ditch everything i had to do and go play...i find myself wondering if "vern collins" days are still allowed...

perhaps after the work is done...then there's the arduous task of trying to choose between some time on the river, much needed training time on the bike (blood, sweat, and gears is only 78 days away),

or a little bit of time out in the woods bouldering with the dogs (pisgah and strider)...

what a glorious day, indeed. and how thankful am i that this is where i live!